Short story set 8 years before Harry's death in 'Your ex-lover is dead'
Drabble's soundtrack : Genius next door by Regina Spektor
Hold your breath
He turned around and looked at me, his face bearing a childlike charm that was rarely allowed to surface, eyes reflecting the color of the Scottish pine trees in the late-summer light, the sun clinging to the mountains in the deep for what seemed like too long, sending red ribbons of light to curl around the world, wrapping around his fingertip as he pointed at the few fluffy clouds above our heads, smiling at me.
"The rain" he laughed sheepishly. "I love the rain." and then he was gone from sight, disappearing under the greenish waters of the lake, the growing circles his descent had left behind captivating my eyes, a soundless lullaby of the afterglow of something privately spectacular.
For a man that looked so magical in the sunlight, he was a fool to pick the rain.
I dragged my finger across the ground, drawing a straight line. I looked at it, wondered why, and erased it with my shoe, frowning.
He emerged from the waters with a gasp, running straight to me, panting and dripping liquid light for a moment or so, and then the sun was gone and lips were on mine, gloriously cold and demanding, strong hands pushing me to the ground, his body flush against mine, soaking my clothes, droplets that smelled of grass and earth hitting my eyelids.
"Don't cry, Draco" he chuckled and licked the water away, kissing my cheeks in the process then moving back to my mouth, trapping my bottom lip between his teeth and dragging it down teasingly. I laughed. These endearments were a rare event, as if Potter was under the effect of booze or a euphoria potion, throwing all caution to the wind, seeming actually fragile, pure, plain.
He delivered a sharp bite at my jaw line and got up, stretching out, leaving me sprawled on the ground, looking absent-mindedly at the darkening sky.
"The sun is gone" he whispered.
The nightingales had started their song somewhere in the woods, the water joining them in that mind-numbing little serenade to the night.
I heard him draw in a long breath.
"WHERE IS THE SUN ,YOU JERK!"
His voice echoed, hitting the mountains, making the birds silence.
"Are you nuts, Potter?" I sat back up, my eyes twice their original size. "You believe in God now?"
He smiled again, turning around to face me and taking a sit next to me.
"Thought I should check it out. You never know."
"It was a nice try" I laughed. He smirked and sighed.
"I know" his voice was a mere whisper.
"Why choose the rain? There are so many things in the world you should love more"
"Like what, you?"
I narrowed my eyes and thought about glaring, but then fingers were in my hair, rubbing my head and his voice hummed "I love you too"
A few minutes passed in absolute silence, the crickets coming out of the ground and making the leaves rustle.
"You should love what you're afraid of." He stated, eyes focused somewhere far away. "Make it a part of you."
"Then you're afraid of me too?" I said nonchalantly, not really expecting an answer.
He sneered, his eyes shining with a wild emotion that almost made mine water.
"Could you blame me? Nothing good happens when it rains. But hey…"
He turned his head in my direction, locking sparkling eyes with mine and my heart fluttered in my chest.
He leaned in, lips ghosting over my own, warm breath fogging my senses.
"…pretend I never said that"
As our lips met, my hypnotized mind managed to command my mouth to utter "okay"
And God was late that night as well.
meaningless drabble is meaningless drabble. I will make no excuses.